Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Can,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.